I often feel lucky that I have the parents I have. At the moment I am thankful that they taught us that friendship comes in all shapes, sizes, and ages. My parents have always had friends that were different ages than their own. They used to have crying hours (aka cocktail hour) when we were babies with people from their parents' generation, and made lasting friendships with couples younger than them too. It was a good model to have, because its inclusive and let us know that we can have meaningful relationships with people of differing ages and backgrounds, outside of just family members and peers. They tacitly showed us that we can learn from people old and young.
This is something I found myself thinking about today, as I had lunch with a brand new friend who happens to be about 9 years younger than me. And this weekend I spent the afternoon with one of my favorite people, and I'm only a couple of years older than her daughter. (Great photos from our photo walk to come...) A couple of weeks ago my fabulous friend Bertie hosted a Craft Wars viewing party/competition in DC, and she is four years older than me. (Ok, so that age gap isn't huge, but I am behind on blogging and owe a post on that, so I thought I'd throw her a shout out. Hey Bird!) My point is, I am lucky enough to meet kindred spirits in this world, and smart enough to reach out for a hug when I do. And I'm so glad that I do. Thanks for setting me on the right path, parents.
There are lots of people that I meet that I like, but there are fewer that I meet and want to take by the hand and go into a corner to talk deeply about life and to scheme some adventures. My new friend Rachel is one of those people. We met through another new friend of mine, and an odd happenstance of the internet, my memory for faces, and the smallness of this city. Fate perhaps? Who knows. Just the right mix. I hope our serendipity - with both new friendships - is a good omen. Here's to adventures with new friends.
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